Birds on the edge of the abyss 30
Shen Luli was startled, not knowing what the emperor was trying to do to him, and was silent for a moment.
"Father, etiquette cannot be abolished! How can we observe mourning for a few years? This is disregarding human ethics!" Chu Xin looked at Chu Yanting's hunched back, frowned, stood up and refuted
"I am etiquette! Rules are made by people, so why can't they be abolished? The prince acted rashly today, which is not like my son's usual style." Chu Yanting turned around and warned
"Father, it's not like your father to say this," Chu Xin said without hesitation.
"You are so brave today! Do you think I dare not punish you?!" Chu Yanting flicked his hands, dodging the Imperial Concubine's hands that wanted to support him, and pointed at Chu Xin angrily.
"Your son dare not..." Chu Xin looked at the Imperial Concubine's hurried wink at him, sighed, and knelt down.
"Humph! You don't dare? There's nothing in this world you don't dare to do!" Chu Yanting's chest was heaving with anger. The imperial concubine came over and comforted him.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. The Crown Prince was a little out of line in his words for a moment. You know, this child has always liked those with good looks. When he saw someone like this, he couldn't help but speak up to defend him. Please be understanding for this concubine's sake!"
Chu Yanting looked at the beautiful face of the imperial concubine and her pitiful posture that seemed to be about to cry, and his heart softened a little. He glanced at Chu Xin who was kneeling on the ground and said,
"Shen family boy! What do you think?"
He did not reject the Imperial Concubine's plea, nor did he pay attention to Chu Xin's reaction. He simply asked Chen Luli, which was forcing him to accept...
Shen Luli lowered his head even lower, and said, "Your Majesty, I will obey your majesty's orders."
Chu Yanting was extremely satisfied. He snorted coldly and looked at Chu Xin, "This kid has already agreed, why are you still showing off here! Hurry up and get up!"
After hearing what he meant, Chu Xin realized that his father's anger had subsided. He looked at Shen Luli with complicated eyes, then he pursed his lips and stood up.
"I thank you for your teachings, Father."
Chu Yanting shook his head, and then walked out with his arm around the Imperial Noble Consort's slender waist. As he walked, he tapped the tip of the Imperial Noble Consort's nose. He could still vaguely hear the conversation between the two.
"A loving mother often spoils her child..."
Until the two people's voices completely disappeared, Chu Xin walked down the steps to support Shen Luli. Before his hand touched the man's shoulder, he saw Shen Luli climb up from the ground with red eyes. Chu Xin's fingertips trembled slightly, and he withdrew his hand and looked at him, pretending not to know.
"Let's go, I'll take you out of the palace."
"Thank you, Your Highness," Shen Luli said hoarsely. He wiped the tears that accidentally overflowed from the corners of his eyes and followed Chu Xin's steps.
Hearing the footsteps coming from behind, Chu Xin raised his lips and smiled.
[Ding, Chu Xin's favorability +5, current favorability 61]
The two of them walked all the way to the phoenix carriage. When Chu Xin saw that no one was around, she spoke, "I have already sent the bodies of your grandfather and his family members to the Duke of Zhenguo's residence. I have also sent some people to help. There is no time to waste. Let's prepare the mourning hall tomorrow! It would be best if our ancestors could rest in peace as soon as possible."
Shen Luli nodded, his throat choked for a long time without saying a word of gratitude, his head hung in despair.
A trace of guilt flashed across Chu Xin's eyes, and then he said in frustration, "The Japanese palace had already buried the body, but who knew it would be..." My father had people dig it out and place it deep in the palace...
"I know, I know... Your Highness, please don't say any more." Shen Luli interrupted him and said hoarsely
When Chu Xin saw that his face was turning purple again and his breathing was not smooth, he immediately stopped talking.
Until they arrived at Xuanwu Gate, Shen Luli was in this state. Chu Xin sat on the Luancha, watching this person salute and walk out of the gate. When he disappeared, he became inexplicably upset.
Shen Luli got on the carriage that came to greet him, opened the curtains and looked at the bustling streets outside, muttering, "There are so many people today..."
"Today is the first day of the largest bazaar in Kyoto, so there are naturally more people. Sir, are you going to come down and have some fun?" The servant driving the car smiled and explained.
Shen Luli shook his head, pulled down the curtain and whispered, "Let's do it another day. I'm too tired today. Let's go back to the mansion and rest first."
"Okay," the servant replied loudly, and drove the carriage towards a secluded path and quickly returned to the mansion.
It was not until the next morning, when the emperor's reward was delivered by the palace messenger, that Shen Luli could no longer suppress the pain in his heart and knelt on the ground.
Uncle Fu supported Shen Luli with tears in his eyes, not knowing how to comfort her, so he just hugged Shen Luli and cried bitterly.
In the huge mansion, only a few old people came back to guard Shen Luli, who was only in his early twenties. It was particularly desolate and sad. Lan Huan stood in the corridor with the boiled Chinese medicine and watched this scene. He hesitated. He looked at the Chinese medicine in the bowl, took a deep breath, turned around and left quietly.
During the seven days of mourning, there were not many people who came to visit. There were only a few people, all of whom were apprentices or good friends of my grandfather. They kowtowed solemnly, then burned incense, stood up with red eyes, and never said a word between them. However, they patted Shen Luli's shoulder tacitly before leaving, pursed their lips and left without saying a word.
Although there were few people, the feelings were still there. With the helpers sent by the East Palace, Shen Luli barely survived for seven days. He had not slept well in these seven days. He almost ate and slept in the mourning hall. He personally dressed the tribesmen and watched the servants change them into decent clothes to cover the scars and festering wounds on their bodies.
The mourning hall was filled with ice to ensure that the body would not rot too quickly. Shen Luli did not care about the frostbite on his hands and feet and watched with his own eyes as the old Duke of Zhenguo's face was gradually sealed by the closing coffin lid. The coffin closed and gradually disappeared from sight, completely erasing all traces.
Nightfall
Uncle Fu walked slowly into the freezing cold mourning hall with a night light. As the night fell, the door creaked in the biting cold wind. He squinted his eyes, walked past the rustling white cloth, walked past the paper money flying all over the floor, and saw Shen Luli standing upright in front of the coffin in front of the mourning hall illuminated by the white lantern. He stepped forward and advised
"Master, you should go wash up. Tomorrow is the funeral. How can I explain your condition to the Lord in Heaven?"
Shen Luju stood in front of the mourning hall like a walking corpse. His lips were purple from the cold, his body was stiff, his eyes were dry, and he could no longer shed a tear. He only reacted slightly after hearing Uncle Fu's tearful words.
Shen Luli turned around with a pale face and looked at Uncle Fu. After hearing what he said, he couldn't help but touch his cold face and murmured, "Is it ugly?"
"Master, please go back. I beg you!"
Uncle Fu looked at the man in front of him who looked like a human being, wiped away his tears, shook his arm and begged
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